Growing boy- 2

One day after school the following week, Eric dug into his underwear drawer and pulled out a pair of boxers. He had stopped wearing the loose fitting shorts because they were useless in controlling unwanted erections. Tugging the crotch to the right, he ran his dick down the left leg of the boxers. Then he pulled on a pair of old jeans, and stroked at his cock until it was half hard and made a long bulge along his thigh. Now it was time to show off.

Eric strolled into the kitchen where his mother was making dinner. He poured a glass of water from the tap and turned to face Rachel as he drank. He glanced down. The front of his jeans looked as if he had taken a stuffed athletic sock and run it down his pant’s leg. He finished his drink and put the glass in the dishwasher. As he walked out of the kitchen, he wasn’t sure if his mom had noticed anything, but he fully intended to give her plenty of other opportunities.

For a week Eric moved around the house looking as if he was sporting a fat sausage in his pants. When he sat, he would smooth the cloth covering his cock so that it would stand out. From time to time he would look at his mother and catch her eyes looking away, or her head turning, or her hand coming up to her mouth as she cleared her throat. If he thought that she might be looking, he would absently press his hand down the length of his cock, making sure she knew that long lump in his pants wasn’t just a fold in the cloth.